The Pond

While staring at my reflection in the water, The face I see is a face of sorrow and dismay. Every tear I shed is for my unborn daughter, I cant help but think of her everyday.

The face I see is a face of sorrow and dismay, As if the beautiful gift I was given was taken right before my eyes. I cant help but think of her everyday, Happening when I least expect it with me not knowing why.

As if the beautiful gift I was given was taken right before my eyes. Every tear I shed is for my unborn daughter, Happening when I least expect it without me knowing why. While staring at my reflection in the water.

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